At that moment, the sky resonated with another clash of power, drawing even more energy from its depths. Oriana, still grounded and basking in the potent embrace of darkness, suddenly her body was assailed by a barrage of lightning strikes. The shadows of darkness surrounding her deepened, evolving beyond mere obscurity into the epitome of darkness—the absolute darkness that belonged to the Devil alone.
As the perilous lightning and thunder persisted, their echoes reverberating through the atmosphere, Oriana's unconscious form remained impervious to the onslaught of the lightning strikes on her body.
"The Princess of the Demon realm is back," Sierra remarked.
Her words sending shockwaves through those present. They thought Oriana must be a Deity, seeing the strong powers surrounding her that surely didn't belong to the human realm, was now revealed to have shocking identity.
Evanthe, could not help but ask again, "Sierra, what you said just now…."
